9 pm last night, dad and i were riding north along to the tunes of a change of seasons. kinda interesting for him.
this song is for saraca.
Knock the leaves from the trees
As they fall from the branch
They look beautiful
As they hung in the air
Spinning around
Did you float in the air?
Spinning around
There must be somewhere that cigarettes
Burn through the night
And the leaves don't abandon
Their trees to the light
Where the skies always clear
And the summer never ends
Won't you take me there?
The leaves will fall
So will you
When you do, bury me
Under them too
Seconds pass; we'll make it through
Eventually we all are going home